Ripples journey for miles and miles on to the beach, to die
The trails and triumphs of their journey will never be told
It is finished, as soon as they land, so does their tale
A rare sighting for me, so exciting to be with, there at the end
You can hear the tired yet soothing sound as each one lands
Never to flow, or glide the sea again        

 

It disappears further into the clouds and more beyond the edge out of my sight
The sun sets, just as beautiful as its counterpart does
With it, goes hope of all that is good, as light it no longer illuminates
The darkness brings its demons, thank God for the stars that guide us
We remain resolute in faith waiting for another sunrise
A briefly stunt with two beautiful ends while it lasts
I wonder if it has, the same fight as the one tomorrow will see

 

The wind decides whether to be a breeze or a storm

The sun’s rise is gradual, yet the darkness falls fast

What is clear to sight reduces each minute

For the more I know, the lesser I understand

What I think I see, could be my memory telling me what was

Reality is relative

 

Such is our story if we lead an ordinary life
To have existed;
To have endured;
To have travelled;
But not to have excelled
Rushing towards our end wishing we dominated
For we could have been documented, maybe…